Please grant me eyes to see to it ~
my nose is clean, my mouth sealed tight
Out of misery—and for what?
What am I to do without my eyes of fog?
I am but a ghastly figure, trapped within my reality.
Pain once made me boundless and free,
Yet through the starry night, I feel love and dwell in it.
For luck’s sake, I am now chained to grace!
I must not, nor will I, lose myself to my heart’s content.
Though my hatred and sorrow have been quenched,
The fear around me remains.
You have felt it, as have I.
See to it that this memory is not lost
To the rhythm of this cursed soul.
Why worry after life
Worry what you do today
Yesterday was a lesson
For today is the action
Tomorrow is uncertain
Live life one day at a time
Do the right thing
You will be praise the same
Our life is but a fleeting
Care what you have right now
Let God wrote your diary
See to it that it's nicely written
Your story is well portrayed
And ending is nicely done.
Light paint into pink
Let see to it before green
Great value of ink.
Anything that is not right
See to it to end this year
Start with a good step to freedom
Work in abundance in the heart
Train your mind in the way for wisdom
Learn from instructions of Elders
Condition your body and start running
Let God be your guide and your rudder
Prepare your heart for the gospel of peace
Obey the instinct of the Bishop of your soul
Life is a long way lackadaisical journey
So many stop, curve, and a long dash energy
It takes easy alone running without baggage
It takes happiness carrying baggage with love
Freedom is slavery without hindrances in going
Victory awaits for those who love persistence
Your going has obstacles and stumbling blocks
Don't cower in fear, rather overcome hindrances
Life is like that, there are nights, there are days
The sweet things every sunrise, there is sunset
Be constant in your desire to accomplish things
Never end the day working nothing or idle
Life is measured in terms of achievement
For at end of the day, life so tiring but gay
When the body take its meal, inert lay to rest
Eyes close in the night not to forget to pray.
She makes her way onto the streets.
Her lashes are fixed on.
Neon pink her lipstick is.
Her blush is “Sudden Dawn.”
Thigh-high is the dress she wears,
and high-heeled are her shoes.
Her smile is forced, but unconcerned
are men she can’t refuse.
Her Mack Daddy will see to it
she doesn’t lag behind.
Her shield is he, but little kindness
in him can she find.
He found her a few months ago
when she was all alone.
He called her special. She’s just one more
whore of his to own.
His love and comfort were a lure
to make her feel secure.
Lurid acts with perverts
she’s now made to endure.
She’s looking hot, but she’s not
what folks think her to be.
Look closer; ask her questions.
Only then you’ll see . . .
She fled a house of violence
ending up in the same scene.
This “woman” folks pass judgment on
is but a girl thirteen.
Don't you see laughing with eyes like the light from a gazing flashlight? The prodigious dovetail grey muk reverberates and quivers as it lives and breaths. My oh my see to it opens up showing a birthed being neither man nor woman they come from the other side. This is the old and now the new.
"Liaison"
All seeing,
one eye watching
isn’t blind
I close mine
then open them,
shut the mind
there’s a certain bad romance
in the all seeing
just being, drags you in
then you get tangled
up in the full clandestine tryst,
liaison with some nebulous King
covert,
the dossier opened
and read,
"la grande histoire d'amour
avec la recommencer étant,
je suis, celui"
an irregular puzzle,
the curious and
the curiouser;
a mystery;
the flirtatious mind
shut out, boggles
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“It is by going down into the abyss
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
Whoever fights monsters
should see to it, that in the process,
he does not become a monster.
And if you gaze long enough into an abyss,
the abyss will gaze back into you.”
In a society where everyone is busy,
you seldom take your neighbors seriously.
Sometimes, it's better to write your own poem
than to gossip about other people's problem.
Even if you're working from home
there's not much time for you to roam,
for time passes too quickly.
There's not much time for neighbor's company.
And if you wish to be a productive person,
sometimes, it's better to mind your own.
Just see to it that you lend a helping hand
when one of your neighbors could hardly stand.
Acquaintance and Neighborhood Poetry Contest (2nd place)
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Times change to the present day.
No woman would dare knock on doors
in districts that are unknown,
for rapists are ever-present
to satiate their selfish lusts.
Gossip is called chatting,
with persons completely unknown
inside a virtual world called the internet,
while children are advised
never to divulge their names
Today I have put on locks galore
on our stout front door,
I see to it that it is always
safely and robber-proof closed.
to strangers or unknown neighbours
as lurking paedophiles are oft unknown.
Nor are children allowed to roam
in parks or meadows or fields
for fear of being abducted
and lost forever more.
All this is now called progress,
but friend, forgive me for
I still yearn for the good old days
when we were worse off when we were born.
Never leave the Shore without the
Satisfaction of a truthful heart and a
Little equational engagement.
See to it that you let litter of lonesome
lilliies lie
When visiting Lucy Lake.
Mean time let us keep our sacred
Vows for all our life times. For
We in pursuit of mortal dreams
Should not ever apologize for our
ambitions.
Mean it with every breath forsaken.
A Secret Devotion is definitely a lifetime
concern.
Entertaining that thought,
I whisper there is no shame.
I love you the same.
Oh my God! Razzle dazzle!
Tickle Tickle stop!
Sometimes keeping on my best
Quietness I find myself
Roving In The Presence of dawn.
Observing.
The ***** she brought to the marriage
is bawling again.
Something must have woken it up
as it slept in its drawer
where she keeps her special underwear.
Turning to me in the dark.
"Can you see to it?" she ask sleepily.
I turn the nightlight on.
Opening the drawer
piteous cries fill the room,
they jump through walls
causing neighbors to dream
of riding motorbikes.
I wrap the toy up
in a small child's blanket,
its sobs becoming quieter.
She stir under the blankets.
"You always did resent it, “
she mutters.
I slip into a dream,
one where the *****
sleeps happily between us like a baby,
maybe I’ll buy her a dog.
Poetry is so important for me,
‘Cause it helps me see to it
That my feelings are conveyed clearly.
I shall always write my words wonderfully,
For poetry is the very key
To showing my feelings are they are completely.
USA PUBLIC SCHOOLS
The teacher stood confused, in front of her second
grade class.
She was now forbidden to say boys or girls.
What were they, then,,,”its”?
This is called, “ social-emotional” learning.
The teacher, not only has subjects to teach.
But now a psychologist, she must be?
She will see to it, the correct sex of your child?
You thought you gave birth to a little girl?
No more....political chromosomes are in a swirl.
In public schools, this is the enlightened,new religion.
Confuse children as to who they sexually are.
Where sanity is on a mental ship, millions of miles afar.
God was removed from schools long ago.
Now, our great American heroes must go?
Grateful, I went to school decades ago!
3-31-2022
There is war and rumors of wars...are they MAD?
Matthew 24:6-13 NIV
6 You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not alarmed. Such things must happen, but the end is still to come. 7 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. 8 All these are the beginning of birth pains.
MAD: Mutual Assured Destruction:
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